Consider, if you will, the plating. Yams, on a bed of what appears to be decorative greens. These yams rise above. They deserve their solid base. They demand pride. Hold them aloft, on high, and sing their praises. I guess. I’ve just never seen yams featured on a bed of greens.

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I’ll admit I’ve never worked in a highly uniformed kitchen. I’ve never owned a pair of chef’s pants. We wear jeans, the company’s t-shirt. A baseball cap. No chef’s coat. Not to say the establishment does not serve a higher end product. We’ve had several brushes with fame and featured on the Food Network. I’ve just never had the opportunity to wear the chef’s hat, which upon further thought, I’m actually a little sad about it. Also dismayed I haven’t gotten to wear the little scarf. I think it would suit me fairly well. Make me look a little more dashing about the kitchen. I do have the beard though. I’m quite taken by this chef’s beard. I salute you, one bearded cook to another.